Black Beauty Book Characters Novels & Stories

When we arrived at school, Acacia had bolted out of the door, running off to her group of friends, she seemed to be quite popular in her year. She was a sweet girl, she enjoyed sports and reading. But ultimately aspired to become one of the pack warriors. Me, Quinn and Micah walked to class, my attention momentarily being stolen by the future Alpha in front of me. Sin Black was the type of guy you couldn't help but give a second glance. He was tall, had broad shoulders and dark brown hair I found myself wanting to run my hands through. No one could deny he was handsome, but he was also dangerous, he had quite a short temper and I had seen him pinning a wolf to a locker one too many times.

I didn’t even hear her approach. Black hair frames her heart-shaped face, striking an alluring contrast against her pale skin in the moonlight. “Don’t stop on my account. I was enjoying the show,” she says with a cocky smile. “I’m Darius Black, Alpha of the Bloodmoon pack,” I reply, not catching my mistake fast enough. “You don’t smell like an alpha of anything, Darius,” she quips. “You smell like a wet dog too far from the border. Do you know what we do to stray dogs?”

The crisp scent of damp earth and pine needles filled his senses, but it wasn’t enough to quiet the storm in his mind. Liam Black — Alpha of the Black Panther Pack — moved with predatory grace, his golden eyes sharp as a blade in the dim twilight. His sleek black coat, faintly visible through the open flaps of his cloak, shone faintly under the dying red light of the setting sun. His muscles coiled and uncoiled with each step as his internal battle raged on. Every instinct told him to turn around. To go back. To keep his distance from her. Elizabeth.

Momo muttered, blood oozing from his mouth. I gazed at Billy and Kate, who slowly crawled out of the layers of blocks. Their eyes were all white, pleading for a way out of their calamity. “Everyone get behind me.” Pastor Timothy commanded. They scrambled, hoping to get themselves next to the high and mighty Pope Timothy. Kate got herself out of the block, her bones making crackling sounds as she lay on the floor. They stepped back, wondering how a child had managed to crawl all the way out despite the layers of concrete weighing them down.

Her short black hair frames her face and is cut just above her chin, her light brown eyes look like they’re shining from the adrenaline she’s feeling, and from her smirk I can see a deep dimple in her left cheek. Her voice is taunting as she says, “Well, well, well, if isn’t Penelope Fox’s daughter, the new white wolf.” She gives an over exaggerated pout as she says, “Looks like she got caught in the wolf’s den.” My eyes flicker around me, I need something to help me get leverage. Her eyes look wild, and I know this is Beatrix Black, but I find it odd how much more wild and unhinged she looks compared to her brother who had been cursed.

A smirk crawled unto his features as he stretched out a hand for me and I just stared in awe, his words sinking in. Damon Blackwood, as in Black Empire Blackwood. The self made billionaire, that's impossi- I quickly slid my hand into his, realising I had left him hanging. Bad first impression Jasmine! You idiot!! I mentally scolded myself, I needed this job. Don't fuck it up! Don't fuck it up! I played those words in my head like a song on repeat. 𝐃𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐍 Her skin felt like velvet against mine. I had to resist the urge to take her hands to my lips to kiss them and appreciate her effortless beauty.

It was almost impossible to know where one plot ended and where the other began when everything was jumbled up in my head. “Are you Xander Stone?” I asked the male lead before me and his expression fell. “I am Xander Black. Why are you asking me silly questions?” Black? Black? Seriously!? The Blacks were the Smiths of the web novel world! “How old are you again?” “It – Twenty-one?” His expression closed off and it was no secret that he was angry. Good, he wasn’t the guy who was cursed with immortality or something of that sort. Wait, I could not be so sure.

Disobeying him means disobeying my new Alpha and showing disrespect towards him. “Atticus I-” “Alpha!” Two men in suits approach Atticus, and one of them leans closer to him, but despite speaking quietly, I manage to make out what they’re saying. “The Black Beast is almost at pack borders.” My heart skips a beat and I try to calm myself by thinking about something else- anything else! The flowers… Think of the flowers! The Black Beast. A name that was given to Sebastian years ago, because of his power and the colour of his wolf’s fur.

And at the far end, on a raised platform, sat a throne of black iron. And on that throne sits a tall, muscular man, The Lycan King. Kieran Blackthorn. The Beast King. I forgot to breathe. He is not what I expected. The stories painted him as a monster, something barely human. But the man before me was nothing like an animal. He was young, perhaps only a few years older than I am. He is devastatingly beautiful in the way dangerous things are beautiful, sharp and perfect and absolutely terrifying.

"Which one is which?" "Okay, so, there's Lance, and he is the redhead. And then there's Drew, the one with albinism. And then Olivette, the leading lady, she's Black." I listened to Jackson explain the book and characters to Samantha, basically whining about how the book was dark and heartbreaking and how there were only a handful of happy and romantic scenes, with a lot of violence and conflict. That didn't sound like a good book. "I mean, I get it from the trigger warnings and the nature of the book itself, but it shouldn't be this dark to the point where the main characters die," he huffed out, slumping against Samantha's shoulder. "Now I can't stop thinking about it. Like, I'm so sad for